Roawia. How long has it been - twelve, thirteen years since last I walked beneath your wretched peaks? In these years, you have not changed. In these years, you have murdered my father and my brothers and left for me that from which I ran: A pile of rocks... and the title that comes with it.

I am not without sin. Many names have been given to me: warrior, pirate - murderer... and now, Lord of Flinthall. Yet my destiny lies upon a different path. I left you as a man wanting to be a warrior. I return to you as a warrior wanting to be something else.